Death comes reaping and the rivers of blood flow free,
The skies turn black and silence blows through the trees.
Satan's Army rises to reign once more,
Deleted Horizons of a place now ripped and torn.
A wave of total death, wrath and scorn,
Rendering now but a memory of a land forlorn.

Death, the powerful, superior and supreme,
The Devil's wrath you cry but its not a dream.
Ash, rock, and fire becomes our grave,
There is no freedom when you become his slave!

Death, destruction, chaos, mayhem and despair,
It is the only way to begin repair!

A title wave of plagues monumentous of Satan's force,
Death comes reaping on his dead and rotting horse.

You pray, you beg, you plea, you cry,
There is no hope, so don't even try!
The storm of the end is here,
Get on you knees and embrace the fear!

Harbingers of death come riding in,
Creation is destruction and we bath in sin.
Death, the powerful, superior, supreme,
Deleted horizons this is not a dream!

Harbingers of death come riding in,
Creation is destruction and we bath in sin.
Death, the powerful, superior, supreme,
Deleted horizons this is not a FUCKING dream!

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